ter dinner, Fu Yan and Qin Heng left the restaurant.Qin Heng said he played games until almost dawn last night and only went upstairs to nap. Fu Yan stood alone in the living room, thinking about how...As twilight deepened, the manor was gradually shrouded in darkness.

The assistant knocked on the room door and pushed it open. A single candle flickered inside, casting dancing shadows in the dimly lit corners. From one of these shadowy recesses came a sharp crack – the sound of a whip striking something.

He was unfazed.

When Mr. Kevin was in a bad mood, he would take it out on the estate's servants by whipping them, which seemed to soothe him.

A woman's terrified and pained sobs echoed from the dimly lit room.

Kevin, wearing a black waistcoat and white shirt, held a long whip in his hand. Despite his most refined and elegant appearance, an aura of chilling coldness emanated from him.

He mercilessly whipped Li Qin, not even turning back as he asked, "Have you captured Fu Yan"

The assistant looked embarrassed. "The Zurich University Hospital is heavily guarded, and even our people can't get past Huo Mingzheng's defenses. It's almost impossible to catch Fu Yan."

"Trash!"

Kevin crossed his arms and paced the spot, tightly gripping his whip. He really hadn't expected Huo Mingzheng to have such a big influence in Zurich.

At the last glimmer of light, Chen Yu caught sight of Li Qin's clothes stained red with blood, her face contorted in a horrifying and menacing expression!

With a crack, the whip fell and Li Qin couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing to the ground.

Kevin tossed the whip aside, his chest rising and falling slightly. He walked a few steps and sat down on the sofa, picking up the red wine glass on the table. "Get her bandaged and change her clothes. Don't let anyone see the wounds on her body."

Li Qin was gagged and sobbed in resistance.

"Miss Li, I have a python. It only eats mice and rabbits every day. I wouldn't mind changing its taste for it. You, with that bloody scent, would be its favorite." Kevin swayed his red wine glass.

Li Qin almost fainted from the pain.

From the brief snippets of conversation between him and his assistant, she could easily discern that he and Azhen harbored a deep-seated grudge against each other.

She can't drag Azheng down and hold him back.

But what could she do She couldn't escape, this man was going to use her as a hostage against Aze.

......

Fu Yan followed the doctor's orders, getting up and walking around from time to time. She's already doing much better, but it's important for her not to stay in bed for too long.

She had been in the hospital ward for too long and was getting restless. She wasn't a bird that belonged in a cage by nature.

She pushed open the door and stepped out, taking a moment to observe her surroundings. She wanted to gauge just how many of Huo Mingzheng's men were around, and what her chances were of escaping from here.

When she opened the door and stepped out, she was filled with despair.

Ho Mingzheng sat on the sofa, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He had just finished a video conference.

The glasses have blue-light filtering lenses, but he actually has excellent eyesight. Back when he was at military school, his marksmanship was top-notch, with sharp vision that allowed him to hit targets from afar.

Fu Yan opened the door quietly, but Huo Mingzheng still heard it.

He slowly raised his eyes to look over, just finished the meeting, his face was colder than usual.

When their eyes met, Fu Yan was the first to avert her gaze, as if she had not seen him.

Cao Fang was muttering in his heart, this young lady is really unyielding. He had said so many good things about Mr. Huo, even an iron heart should have softened, but she not only didn't soften her heart, but also didn't put Mr. Huo in her eyes.

Oh my God, only Miss Fu dares to speak to Mr. Huo like that.

Fu Yan was wearing ill-fitting cotton slippers. At the time, Cao Fang was busy and couldn't get away, Cao Yuan went to buy them, he forgot for a moment and bought his usual size forty-five.

That day was late at night, and Fu Yan didn't want to trouble others, so she just wore what she had. plain porridge, when Cao Yuan knocked on the door and entered, whispering, "Mr. Ho, the old master is here.""Hmm." He continued to eat his porridge without looking up.A side window was opened, and co...